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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abandoning Sunday
Abandoning Sunday
Performer
David Thomas
David Thomas
Performer
Ted Jenson
Ted Jenson
Performer
Justin Sweet
Justin Sweet
Lead Guitar
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Thomas
David Thomas
Producer
Ted Jenson
Ted Jenson
Mastering Engineer
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Producer

Lyrics

Burning in my throat, coughing blood and I can't breathe Bitter on my tongue, words that beg you not to leave Listing out your reasons and I'm sure they all make sense Try to stop the bleeding but it's covering my hands Don't you think I'd change it if I could? I'm trying Totally aware you'd never say you wanted out If we tried to save it then we'd both be lying Knowing there was nothing we could do about it now Bridges all on fire as quick as we can light the match All go up in smoke with what little hope was left Blowing out our voices trying to justify the pain Only hurts ourselves and there is no one else to blame Don't you think I'd change it if I could? I'm trying Totally aware you'd never say you wanted out If we tried to save it then we'd both be lying Knowing there was nothing we could do about it now Hold it all together so tightly we can't breathe So if we suffocate at least we'll have some company Let things fall apart, 'cause it's easier that way Nothing good's worth having if it chooses not to stay Torn between feeling hurt and causing someone pain If being right is so important, can you help me understand? And how can what meant everything be worth so little now? Turn the cheek until it bleeds and holds your tongue until you drown Don't you think I'd change it if I could? I'm trying Totally aware you'd never say you wanted out If we tried to save it then we'd both be lying Knowing there was nothing we could do about it now Looking for a fix or just an easy way out Choking on our pride might be the thing that kills us first When loneliness feels safer than the place we are now And holding out for more might be the thing that hurts the worst
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